The creator

I watched how JJ picked a female server with a red chrysanthemum on their lapel, and tried to decipher the complicated feelings that rose in me when I saw the young woman blush and smile from something he said as he led her outside of the hall. As if feeling my eyes on him, just before the crowd hid them from my gaze, JJ turned to throw one last look at me.

Someone else might have been defiant, challenging, I thought. Something like "this is my nature, grr, accept it!". I've seen that in plenty of romance stories, since half of the stuff I read features some supernatural, and often pretty monstrous, beings as the male lead…